This is a song about "Bill of material"

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I'm ill, sick of lil penis fappers takin notes from kill bill

You are inferior to my material.

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Ever since bill clinton was still in office

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill